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Derek stared up. The triumph faded from him. He stared, stricken. The
crowd stared. The soldiers on the lower platform ceased their shouting
and gazed up at these new actors, come so unexpectedly upon the stage.
Again Rohbar called, to the guards this time:
"I represent your King Leonto. This Alexandre is a traitor to us all.
And he cannot harm me! I defy him. Look at him! I defy him to use his
evil weapon upon me!"
Derek was silent. A single adverse move and Rohbar's knife would stab
into Hope's throat. Derek's ray was powerless. A flash from it would
have killed Hope, not Rohbar.
The king's soldiers saw Derek's indecision. One of them shouted, "He
cannot harm us! Look, he is frightened!"
The crowd recognized Hope. They began calling her name. And calling,
"Master Rohbar, do not harm our Hope!"
"I will not harm her! Not if you do what I tell you! Leave the
garden--go quietly! I will deal with this traitor!"
He added to the guards, "Go up and seize him! He cannot hurt you!
Traitor! Seize him! If he does not yield--if any of this crowd attacks
you--then I will kill Hope."
Derek stood clinging to the balcony rail. With Rohbar's watchful gaze
upon him he did not dare turn or move. I was standing back from the
balcony, behind Derek and partly in the room. No one thought of me. No
one from outside could see me. And I, who had played no part in this,
save that one I had neglected, suddenly saw my role. My cue was
sounding. My role to play, here upon this tumultuous stage.
I turned back into the dim room. A few frightened men and girls were
here. They were all crowding forward, gazing through the windows at the
scene outside. No one noticed me, but I saw, with sudden realization, my
role to play.
I darted across the room, out into the dim, deserted corridor of the
castle.
CHAPTER X
_My Role to Play_
I slipped like a shadow through the almost empty corridors. Down on the
lower floor I found that many of the soldiers were on the inside,
standing about the corridors in groups, waiting for word from their
comrades on the platform to indicate what action they should take. My
time was short; I knew that within a few minutes they would be rushing
up to overpower Derek.
I stood unseen against the wall near the main entrance. I could not get
outside. There were too many soldiers there.
I tried to keep my sense of direction. The wing upon which the tower
stood was about two hundred feet from me here. If I could not get
outside I would have to try the inside, along this corridor. I prayed
that I might not make an error. I tried to gauge exactly where the tower
would be.
The hallway was almost dark and in this wing there chanced to be no one
at the moment. I came to the angle and turned it to the left. I was
unarmed save my dirk. I drew it. But I encountered no one. I passed the
doors of many empty rooms. The windows were all barred on this lower
floor. I could hear the shouts of the crowd outside.
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